When a friend passes

I heard about Peter Benchley passing on Feb 11.
He's the author of "Jaws"

Yesterday morning I heard about the wife of a friend of mine passing on, Feb 11.
She had a shorter life than Peter's. Chris was not famous, but she loved her husband and he loved her.

Both Peter and Chris had trouble breathing.

I found this quote in an article about Peter Benchley and it's from Peter's book...

"The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail."

Peter's book may have caused nightmares but there is a serenity to his choice of and sound of his words, so I paraphrase for my release of anger at the news about Chris.

This great life of ours need not move silently through the night, nor should it consist of short sweeps.